St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-11-27
A GEORGIA LIFE ROMANCE.
How True Friends Secured q Big
Fortune by Their Fidelity.

A pretty little romance has just cul-
minated in Rabun comfy, Georgia. At
the base of Tiger mountain, half mile
off the main road leading TO Clayton,
lives small farmer named George w.
billiard. Mr.. billiard is about sixty
years of age. living with his wife and
two sons, the latter aged respectively
thirty ana twenty-five. Early last sum-
mer Mr.. billiard went to his neighbor-
hood pOStOffice, where he found await
ing him letter covered with postmarkS,
which denoted that il had travelled a
long distance TO reach its destination.
| The SuperScriptiOn was written in Il
familiar hand, but one which he
had not seen i'll a generation. He
tore the seal and read the missive, and
sure enough. found it to be from his
wife's brother, whom he had seen for
the last time in 1919, says the Savannah
(Ga.) News. At that time James Nc
Currie was young man. as was also
George w. billiard. The news had
reached Georgia of the wonderful gold
discoveries in California. Young
GeOIgians who had gone there had
written back glowing accounts of the
fortunes which were being made. These
descriptions had the effect of drawing
still others westward to the great Edo
RADIO. Anon those who were full of the
excitement were McCurrie and billiard
They had perfected all arrangements to
go and were bidding the family goOd-by
when billiard faltered. The fearful eyes
of McCurrie'S youngest sister touched
his heart. especially as she was weeping
for him and not for her brother. Throw
ing down the bundle he held in his hands
lao .ln nI 10 OF flnn
girl would marry him.
To this she cheerfully agreed, SO Dill
lard remained a Georgia farmer. while
McCurrie jumped into a stage coach
and was borne away. Since that time
he had never been heard of. 1t was
with mingled feelings, therefore, that
billiard started to read the letter from
his old cOmrade. The letter was
Soiled one. McCurrie stated that he had
worked against adverse fortune, declin-
ing to write to the folks at home until
he should strike it rich, but every year
found him striking it poorer. and now,
old. feeble and poor, his great wish was
to look once more upon his native hills,
but he could not do so unless lie was
sent money enough upon which. to re-
turn. Mr.. billiard read the letter to his
wife and SONS. I'VE must send him the
mule were sold and the money sent on
its mission across the continent. Sew
eral weeks time brought another letter.
in which the old man expressed
his gratefulness for the Kindness
done him, but he was too sick to
travel then. After that no more was
heard from him. Last Saturday a large
little official envelope was received at
the pOStOtfice. 1t bore the inscription of a
strange hand. The neighbors, one by
one, dropped in and told billiard about
its arrival. 1t was too late for him to
get it then, but he was on hand early
Monday morning. As he read it his
hands trembled. 1t recited that James
McCurrie was dead: that he wished to
test the fidelity of his sisters family:
that their prompt response to his APP
peal had moved him, and that by his
will his property in California, valued
at S1,6O0,O0O, was willed i'll equal parts
to his sister, her husband and their two
sons. The two young men are going to
California TO superintend their property,
which they intend to convert into cash.
when they will return to Georgia..